I’ve struggled a bit about whether to blog about how I’m doing as opposed to what I’m doing. In part it’s a hesitancy to wash dirty linen in public, or at least that’s how it can feel, and in part there’s a degree of self defence and not wanting to get too deep in a public forum.
But then again, this is also a forum for venting, and its not like I don’t talk about things here I can’t with people in person.
So: I’m having a difficult time at the moment, but thankfully I’ve got people around who are willing to listen and support. Whether it’s a quiet ear, or the showing of small kindnesses, or providing strategic kicks to the rear end, I’m blessed to not be fighting my black dog alone.
From Ladies M and P, my counsellor K, my daughter, my brothers, friends, not to mention W and his family, I’ve had the fortune to be able to rest my fears and anxieties at a time when sleep is as much an enemy as something to miss.
This is a bad time of year for me, which is a pain, marking the anniversary of a violent event that still gives me nightmares. So it’s fair to say I’m feeling fragile at the moment. But I’m not giving up, no matter how much the dog snarls and worries at my ankles.
Right, back to the grind…